"Chairman Mu, how are you? I'm sorry for my tardiness! How can I help you?" The senior-looking chief walked up to shake the young man's hand with a broad beam on his face.
The latter stood on the spot with two hands in his pants' pockets. He shot a cold glance at the outstretched hand, showing no indication of wanting to shake it.
For this police chief, the man was even stingy with his greeting, and that gave the former a rude shock. The senior's face instantly displayed his awkwardness and embarrassment.
The policeman looked down and saw his fingertips were lightly coated in dust. He hastily wiped his palms on his uniform and continued smilingly. "My apologies for the delay! Please forgive our tardiness."
It was only after he had wiped his fingers clean that the young man was willing to hold his hand with a light touch. His ceremonial handshake was way superficial when he did not bother to squeeze his hand in return.
